empty inside

Unfortunately, within the first few minutes of trying to teach him wrestling, Coach Hill had clocked on to the fact that Tyler was completely beyond helping, as Tyler couldn’t take his eyes off of the fat bulge in the coach’s singlet. Coach Hill’s suspicions that his friend’s son was a hopelessly lost slut were further confirmed when he’d gotten Tyler in a pin by sitting on his chest with his crotch right in Tyler’s face, and the slut had promptly started licking at and sucking on the coach’s bulge through the fabric of the singlet.

Coach Hill hadn’t been planning on getting sucked off by his best friend’s son when he’d entered the practice room that day, but he was a red-blooded man, so he couldn’t help but free his rapidly inflating cock and feed it into the cocksucker’s mouth when it became clear that Tyler wanted nothing more than to suck him dry. The greedy slut wasted no time in sucking the coach’s cock down his throat with a natural skill that quickly had Coach Hill skull-fucking the bitch until he’d shot his load down the slut’s spasming throat.

Want to watch him grunt and struggle to lift himself from the bed, the new heft around his middle slowing him down immensely, only to pull him back towards me once he's finally made it up - I can hear his belly slosh violently with all the seed I spilled inside him as he falls, and I give it a slap and a shake, appreciating my handiwork. I let him force himself up again without helping him at all, but deciding to let him go this time - until I notice my cum is leaking down his legs, and that won't do, so I pull him back again.

He's probably getting angry at this point, but I ignore his protests as I circle around the bed and sit between his legs, lifting his hips and licking up the trail of spilled seed before putting a plug inside him.

I give his belly another slap and even do him the courtesy of helping him up this time - but watching him try to get dressed has my cock hardening again. His shirt isn't fitting around that bloated middle of his, exposing a delicious and perfectly grabbable amount of his belly, though I resist the urge to do so for a moment. But then he attempts to get his pants on - he has to know buttoning them is useless, has to know what it'll do to me to watch him try, but he does it anyway. I snake up behind him and caress that exposed part of his belly and lift it, making a show of trying to help him, and just when he seems about to manage to complete his task I let his belly fall, hopelessly parting the button again; he gives a grunt and nearly topples over again, and it's so satisfying seeing him struggle like this that before I know it I'm pulling his pants down all together. He gives a whine of protest, but doesn't make any move to stop me or move away as I undo my own pants and my cock springs out, hard once again.

After all, he can still move, so clearly he still has some room. I remove his plug and quickly replace it with my cock before anything can leak out, and he moans as I start fucking him yet again in earnest. Just another load, or two, I promise into his ear; I don't want that shirt reaching past his belly button, and I don't want him able to even zip those pants. I would keep at it until he's truly pinned beneath his swollen belly, but I still want to watch him waddle his way out of my door, thoroughly bred and clothes not fitting so that everyone can see my handiwork.

I love showing toys down my throat.

One dildo slides perfectly down my throat.

I also have a mouth gag that fills my mouth completely. And will cut off my air if not careful.